Brandon and I danced gleefully around the apartment this week on the morning of the arrival of a little pre-Christmas gift from my folks — 810 beautiful Guatemalan Quetzales. We hurriedly stuffed our threadbare pockets with the new dough, dreaming of ways to spend it and anxiously awaiting Sunday — the commencement of our three week Spanish Immersion Program in Xela. Which, by the way, is tomorrow. B and I are spending the night in Chi-town, celebrating the successful completion of my first semester of med school and biding our time until we can fly out of O’Hare tomorrow in the pre-dawn hours, leaving the winter behind for a time. img_0115.jpg